Ripper

Sticking to the shadows, the figure continued to hide but there was no purpose to it all. For now there was no hope which was something the Ripper had been trying for – hoping for. If the Ripper could obtain hope they may obtain a heart and a mind that wasn’t so – empty.

Brushing past several blackened people as they passed by the remains of the Clockworks factory, the figure grunted and changed course. There was no use remaining where they had been before. It was probably damaged as it was too close to all of the drama that had happened and it would only bring more attention to them if they were to pass by to scope it out.

The Ripper glanced around before leaping up on top of a stationary cart outside of a small shop and then used that to climb up onto a wall. Only when they were up on the roof, lying back against the tiles to rest for a moment even though they needed no rest, the Ripper released a sigh.

The town was devastated much like their plans had been destroyed by that one man and the Ripper’s inability to control their impulses. Bringing their hands up, the Ripper calmly looked at its hands that were covered in blood once more. Some had become crusted and dried while there were patches where the blood had worn off.

There was something almost curious about the regard that killer showed the blood dried onto its skin. With the life of killing they would be resigned to in order to survive, the Ripper let a grim smile cross their features.

Their hand moved to clutch their chest and they slumped back into the building. The Ripper, under the cover of its hood, surveyed the streets before dropping its gaze to dirty hands.

“All that is left is blood.”

With that the figure, stood up, drawing attention from some of the folk wandering the street. The ripper didn’t care. Its mind was now focused on the next task – to find a heart to sustain them long enough to reach another city. It was time to move on, Portside was becoming stale and there was no longer any purpose that could keep the Ripper there.

One more kill, the Ripper thought clinically as they swept from rooftop to rooftop. One more heart and they could leave.